"This is really happening." Qian Yuexiu said as she followed her mother into the guest room.
Mrs. Qian also smiled: "The woman arguing with me isn't much. But she's definitely just Rong Shao's mistress. With no class at all, how could Rong Shao marry her as a wife? So, there's a chance we can get close to Rong Shao."
These two are indeed worthy of the surname Qian. No matter how they dislike Rong Shao, thinking he must be a wealthy person, they suppress their emotions to cozy up to him.
As for being on the same floor as Yao Ye, it's entirely because this mother and daughter duo love to look at handsome men.
"I think, that woman with him doesn't look that great either. Could she be his mistress?" Qian Yuexiu recalled the look of Shen Jiayin standing beside Yao Ye and pouted.
In her eyes, this plain country girl standing next to Yao Ye was clearly an insult to his good looks. Like a flower stuck in cow dung.
